作词 : Foster
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
I'm bound for Louisiana, my true love for to see.
It rained all night the day I left. The weather it was dry.
The sun so hot, I froze myself.
Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh, susanna! Oh, don't you cry for me.
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
I had a dream the other night.
When everything was still,
I thought I saw Susanna,Coming down the hill.
The buck-wheat cake was in her mouth,
The tears were in her eye,
Says I I'm coming from the South,
Susanna, don't you cry.
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me,
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me .
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.
Oh, Susanna, oh, don't you cry for me .
I come from Alabama with my banjo on my knee.